Ji Tianzun, the Eternal God Emperor

Chapter 212
The thousand-foot-tall battle flag held the Rakshasa Temple in check, no need for the wind to rise, and the flag flew with the fighting spirit in the sky.

Lingquan Shaojun, who was fighting with Zhang Ruochen, had already exchanged hundreds of moves in a short period of time, and half of the black bone wings on his back were chopped off by Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

The holy body covered with divine patterns has carried the power of the formation for a long time, and has developed numerous cracks. Like a piece of exquisite porcelain, it may break at any time.

Seeing the Rakshasa Temple falling from the sky and Luo Qi missing, Young Master Lingquan felt panicked and wanted to step away to help, but was blocked by Zhang Ruochen's sword.

In contrast, Zhang Ruochen, who was possessed by the power of the universe, was also under tremendous pressure. The chaotic energy of the Five Elements Chaos Body was intertwined with the power of the world. His whole body was red, like a red-hot iron, and his condition was worse than that of his spirit. Quan Shaojun is not much better.

But he became more and more courageous as he fought, never giving Young Master Lingquan a chance to escape.

Seeing that Zhang Ji successfully shot down the Rakshasa Temple, Zhang Ruochen also had a smile on his face and gathered all his strength to tear a spatial rift in the Rakshasa military formation.

Thousands of Rakshasa Marquis were swallowed up by the space crack in an instant, and the operation of the military formation was stagnant for a moment.

In just an instant, Young Master Lingquan's aura weakened by three points.

Naturally, Zhang Ruochen would not miss this opportunity. He used the Time Sword Technique, and several rays of sword light fell on Young Master Lingquan.

Together with the purple sacred mountain, they fought back into the chaotic Rakshasa army formation.

Lingquan Shaojun, who had hundreds of years of life taken away by the power of time and lost the blessing of the formation, was severely injured and extremely weak.

The fighting spirit in his heart had been shattered by Zhang Ruochen, and he no longer had the will to fight. With the last of his energy, he ordered the army beside him: "Retreat, defend the temple, and protect the princess."

How could Zhang Ruochen let him get his wish? The [-]-foot-tall Fudo Mingwang Shengxiang rushed into the Rakshasa army like a god of war, not giving them a chance to regroup.

"Don't try to escape!"

Shen Yuan's sword flew, and space cracks appeared in the Rakshasa army, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Rakshasa tribe.

After successive battles, the already fragile space could no longer bear this level of battle fluctuations.

Under the swallowing of space, tens of thousands of Rakshasa Marquises fell in just a blink of an eye.

Lingquan Shaojun mobilized the last strength in his body and punched out the purple sacred mountain, briefly freezing the space.

"Quick retreat!"

While giving the order, he turned into a stream of light and quickly escaped, not daring to stay in the battlefield any longer.

In today's ancestral spirit world, space is extremely fragile, and Zhang Ruochen, the space controller, is simply unstoppable.

The Holy Prime Minister of Fudo Ming suppressed the purple sacred mountain and took it away. Zhang Ruochen took the opportunity to continue chasing the Rakshasa army, but a divine aura flew out from the Rakshasa army. It was the divine weapon carried by Lingquan Shaojun. .

Zhang Ruochen stopped in an instant and fired the divine weapon given by the Moon God at the same time. The two divine weapons collided and spread out at the edge of the retreating Rakshasa army, drowning hundreds of thousands of Rakshasa marquises. The force tore apart thousands of feet of space cracks, and a bottomless crack formed on the earth, spreading towards the distance.

The power of chaotic space separated the Rakshasa army from the pursuing Zhang Ruochen and the Guanghan Realm monks.

The saints of the Kunlun Realm led by Wan Zhaoyi and the Lidi monk faced off against the Rakshasa army. Neither side could gain the slightest advantage. With the support of the formation of Chikong City and the blessing of the Confucian Holy Book controlled by the Nine Heavens Xuannv in the city, Now, tens of thousands of saints in Kunlun Realm can fight back and forth against millions of people like Marquis Rakshasa, which is enough to be proud of.

Similar to Lingquan Shaojun, after seeing the Rakshasa Temple being captured by Zhang Ji, the first-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe who led the army lost the intention to fight against the saints of the Kunlun Realm and began to rush towards the location of the temple. Go, defend the temple and protect Princess Rakshasa, which is much more important than winning this war.

The copper bell-shaped divine weapon flew out from the Rakshasa army as a means of cutting off the rear.

The tens of billions of saints are thousands of feet tall. Facing a strike from the gods, they also take out the weapons of the gods given by Queen Chi Yao.

The weapon of the gods is the Hunyuan Sword, a top-notch sacred weapon with thousands of patterns. It was once the sword of Huang Yanchen. After Huang Yanchen disappeared, the sword returned to the hands of Queen Chi Yao, and now it contains the strike of the gods. , turned into a divine weapon.

Wan Trillion activated the divine power in it, and the Hunyuan Sword exploded. The light of the sword soaring into the sky collided with the divine blow from the Rakshasa tribe. The power was so powerful that it caused a large area of ​​space to collapse.

The entire continental plate where Chikong City is located is constantly shaking. The cracks in the earth are getting wider and wider, spreading farther away, seeming to split the entire continent into two. On the battlefield of the four major military formations, the most intense one was Ji Hua's formation, fighting with millions of saints led by Lingyan Demon Concubine, Yuan Hun, and Dongliu Sword Master. More than 200 million saints fought together. , a large number of saints die every moment.

Both sides were furious. Even if the Rakshasa Temple fell, Ji Hua could no longer order the army to retreat. The two sides fought in a melee. Once they retreated, it was a huge rout with them being chased one after another.

Dongliu Jianzun holds the holy sword in his hand, and his whole body has been dyed bright red by the holy blood of the Rakshasa clan. Countless Rakshasa marquises have died under the sword. His eyes are scarlet, and at this moment, he only has endless thoughts of killing.

The moment his eyes fell on Ji Hua, he raised his sword and charged towards Ji Hua without thinking too much.

Only by killing the Rakshasa tribe's military commander can we win.

Yuanhun and Lingyan Demon Concubine were both smart people. They understood the moment they saw Dongliu Sword Master's actions and immediately got rid of the battle situation they were in and headed towards Ji Hua.

Three Jiezi-level figures faced off against a Saint Master of Spiritual Saint King Formation, and the fight reached a fever pitch.

The army led by Yang Qi fought and retreated. It was the best-maintained formation among the four armies. The dark dragon war spirit and the weapon spirit of the Nine Phoenix Cauldron were fighting together.

Fang Yi, the leader of the Sword Prison Realm, saw that the Rakshasa army was retreating. He raised his head and looked at the merit book wall hanging in the air. The Sword Prison Realm was ranked last.

"We can't let them withdraw. Saints from the Sword Hell Realm, follow me to kill the enemy!"

Fang Yi rushed out of the battle formation, the divine light of Baiweixing boiling, passing over the Nether Dragon War Spirit and smashing down towards the Rakshasa Clan army.

Yang Qi looked at Baiweixing, which was like a falling star, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.

"The mayfly shakes the tree and is beyond its own power."

He gathered the power of the battle formation and struck Bai Weixing at will.

Although Baiweixing is a divine planet that contains divine power, Fang Yi's strength is too weak and he can still exert some power.

The light of the formation collided with the white star, and a wave of destruction came from the white star, and the divine light of destruction rushed towards the Rakshasa army.

"Damn it, it's a divine weapon!"

Yang Qi cursed angrily, not expecting that Baiweixing also contained a divine strike.

In the blink of an eye, the divine light rushed into the military formation, and the blood and flesh of the Marquis Rakshasa flew into pieces, and they fell on the spot.

The gods of the Sword Hell Realm refined the Baiweixing into a divine weapon because the Baiweixing already contains a large amount of divine power and is highly compatible with Fang Yi. It can explode with stronger power, and the destructive divine light it elicits is also wide-ranging. attack.

With the force of that blow just now, the number of Marquis Rakshasa who fell in the dense military formation was no less than [-].

The divine envoy of Tianmu Realm did not miss the opportunity. Following Fang Yi, he activated the divine weapon and once again bombarded the Rakshasa army, causing large casualties.

The battle formation was damaged, and the Nine Nether Dragon War Spirit was also penetrated by the Nine Phoenix Cauldron.

Luo Shuihan and others stepped on the cauldron and laid down a series of supreme power to suppress the Rakshasa clan.

Zhang Ji in front of the Rakshasa Temple looked back at the battle situation among the four armies with an expressionless face. He turned back to look at Luo Ji who walked out of the smoke. Behind her, there were a group of surviving Rakshasa. Marquis.

Luo Yi's Halloween plain clothes were no longer shiny, and his delicate face was stained with dust, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I underestimated you in this battle." Luo Yi whispered reluctantly.

Then a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he looked at Zhang Ji: "Next time I see you again, I will definitely defeat you with my own hands."

(End of this chapter)